My shepherd will supply my need: Jehovah is His name; In pastures fresh He makes me feed, Beside the living stream. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake His ways, He leads me, for His mercy’s sake, In paths of truth and grace. | The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; O may Thy house be my abode, And all my work be praise. There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come; No more a stranger, nor a guest, But like a child at home. |
When I walk through the shades of death Thy presence is my stay; One word of Thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. |
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
"O may Thy house be my abode, And all my work be praise..."
Barbara C. Saunders, March 10, 1940 - October 23, 2018
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